Whitebark Stream meddleborn

yes, husband, she said softly, nodding as his words settled over her like fresh snow. a new wave of confidence rippled through her chest, the warmth of it a stark contrast to the biting cold of the saatsine wilds. k'edghildza stood straighter, her chin lifting as she felt the weight of his expectation, his belief in her.

she turned her head, catching sight of the male in the distance—ridgeback, she thought, recalling the name she’d heard whispered among the hunters. her ears tipped forward, and her eyes narrowed slightly, assessing him. the scent trail left by the fleeing male mingled with the fresh churn of snow underfoot, and she saw how ridgeback lingered, his posture confident, almost eager.

ridgeback, she called, stepping closer to sun eater, her shoulder brushing his as if drawing strength from their bond. she looked to her husband briefly before turning her attention back to the hunter. it might be wise. make sure he do not take caribou. her voice was steady, but she deferred to sun eater’s judgment, knowing this was his domain.